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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

We would like to thank Neal and Shelagh Ausman, as well as Gerry and Michelle

Snyder, for representing the readers in making suggestions about topics that

should be addressed in Rama Revealed. Gerry was also extremely helpful in

discussions about the details of the octospider language.

Our Bantam editor Jennifer Hershey has been a source of strength and support

throughout the development and writing of this novel, providing both

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book. Thank you, Jennifer. We are also indebted to Richard Evans at Gollancz

for several specific editorial remarks, including the suggestion of adding a

prologue.

Lou Aronica and Russ Galen, our publisher and our agent, have helped us in

countless ways during the five years since the Rama trilogy sequel was

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energies on the actual writing of the novels.

Our final thanks go to our families, for their love and understanding

throughout this time period. To Stacey Kid-doo J^ee especially, we extend our

heartfelt appreciation, not only for her willingness to manage a family of

five small boys in the presence of difficult (and changing) constraints, but

also for her insightful comments about Nicole and the other leading female

characters of the trilogy.

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PROLOGUE

In one of the outlying spiral arms of the Milky Way Galaxy, an inconspicuous,

solitary yellow star slowly orbits the galactic center thirty thousand light-

years away. This stable star, the Sun, takes two hundred and twenty-five

million years to complete one revolution in its galactic orbit. The last time

the Sun was in its present position, giant reptiles of fearsome power had just

begun to establish their dominion on the Earth, a small blue planet that is

one of the satellites of the Sun.

Among the planets and other bodies in the family of the Sun, it is only on

this Earth that any complex, enduring life has ever developed. Only on this

special world did chemicals evolve into consciousness and then ask, as they

began to understand the wonders and dimensions of the universe, if miracles

similar to the ones that had produced them had indeed occurred elsewhere.

After all, these sentient Earthlings argued, there are a hundred billion stars

in our galaxy alone. We are fairly

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certain that at least twenty percent of these stars have orbiting planets, and

that a small but significant number of these planets have had, at some time in

their history, atmospheric and thermal conditions conducive to the formation

of amino acids and other organic chemicals that are the sine qua non for any

biology we can reasonably hypothesize. At least once in history, here on

Earth, these amino acids discovered self-replication, and the evolutionary

miracle that eventually produced human beings was set into motion. How can we

presume that this sequence occurred only that single time in all history? The

heavier atoms necessary to create us have been forged in the stellar

cataclysms exploding across this universe for billions of years. Is it likely

that only here, in this one place, these atoms have concatenated into special

molecules and evolved into an intelligent being capable of asking the

question, "Are we alone?"

The humans on Earth began their search for cosmic companions first by building

telescopes with which they could see their immediate planetary neighbors.

Later, when their technology had developed to a higher level, sophisticated

robotic spacecraft were sent to examine these other planets and to ascertain

whether or not there were any signs of biology. These explorations proved that

no intelligent life has ever existed .on any other body in our solar system.

If there is anyone out there, the human scientists concluded, any peer species

with whom we might eventually communicate, they must be found beyond the void

that separates our solar system from ail the other stars.

At the end of the twentieth century in the human time system, the great

antennae of the Earth began to search the sky for coherent signals, to

determine if perhaps some other intelligence might be sending us a radio

message. For over a hundred years the search continued, intensifying during

the halcyon days of international science in the early twenty-first century,

and then diminishing later, in the final decades of the century, after the

fourth separate set of systematic listening techniques still failed to locate

any alien signals.

In 2130, an unusual cylindrical object was observed approaching our solar

system from the reaches of interstellar space. By that time, most thoughtful

humans had concluded mat life was scarce in the universe and that

intelligence, if it existed anywhere except on Earth, was exceedingly rare.

How else, the scientists contended, can we possibly explain the lack of

positive results from all our careful extraterrestrial search efforts of the

last century?

The Earth was therefore stunned when, upon closer inspection, the object

entering our solar system in 2130 was identified unambiguously as an artifact

of alien origin. Here was undeniable proof that advanced intelligence existed,

or at least had existed at some prior epoch, in another part of the universe.

When an ongoing space mission was diverted to rendezvous with the drab

cylindrical behemoth, which turned out to have dimensions greater than the

largest cities on Earth, the investigating cosmonauts found mystery after

mystery. But they were unable to answer the most fundamental questions about

the enigmatic alien spacecraft. The intruder from the stars provided no

definitive clues about its origin or purpose.

That first group of human explorers not only cataloged the wonders of Rama

(the name chosen for the gigantic cylindrical object before it was known to be

an extraterrestrial artifact), but also explored and mapped its interior.

After the exploration team left Rama and the alien spaceship dove around the

Sun, departing from the solar system at hyperbolic velocity, scientists

thoroughly analyzed all the data that had been gathered during the mission.

Everyone acknowledged that the human visitors to Rama had never encountered

the actual creators of the mysterious spacecraft. However, the careful

postflight analysis did reveal one inescapable principle of Raman redundancy

engineering. Every critical system and subsystem in the vehicle had two

backups. The Ramans designed everything in threes. The scientists considered

it very likely that two more similar spacecraft would soon follow.

The years immediately after the visit from Rama I in 2130 were full of

expectation on the Earth. Scholars and

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politicians alike proclaimed that a new era in human history had begun. The

International Space Agency (ISA), working with the Council of Governments

(COG), developed careful procedures for handling the next visit from the

Ramans. All telescopes were trained on the heavens, competing with each other

for the acclaim that would come to the individual or observatory who first

located the next Rama spacecraft. But there were no additional sightings.

In the second half of the 2130s an economic boom, fueled partially during its

last stages by worldwide reactions to Kama, came to an abrupt halt. The world

was plunged into the deepest depression in its history, known as the Great

Chaos, which was accompanied by widespread anarchy and destitution. Virtually

all scientific research activity was abandoned during this sorrowful era, and

after several decades in which they were forced to address more mundane

problems, people on the Earth had nearly forgotten the unexplained visitor

from the stars.

In 2200 a second cylindrical intruder arrived in the solar system. The

citizens of Earth dusted off the old procedures that had been developed after

the first Rama had departed, and prepared to rendezvous with Rama II. A crew

of twelve was chosen for the mission. Soon after the rendezvous, the dozen

reported that the second Rama spacecraft was nearly identical to its

predecessor. The humans encountered new mysteries and wonders, including some

alien beings, but were still unable to answer questions about the origin and

purpose of Rama.

Three strange deaths among the crew created great concern back on the Earth,

where all aspects of the historic mission were followed on television. When

the giant cylinder underwent a midcourse maneuver that placed it on a

trajectory that would impact the Earth, this concern changed to alarm and

fear. The leaders of the world reluctantly concluded that, in the absence of

any other information, they had no choice except to assume that Rama II was

hostile. They could not allow the alien spacecraft to impact the Earth, or to

come close enough that it might deploy any

advanced weapons it might possess. A decision was made to .destroy Rama II

while it was still a safe distance away.

The exploration crew was ordered home, but three of its members, two men and a

woman, were still on board Rama II when the alien spaceship avoided a nuclear

phalanx launched from the Earth. Rama maneuvered away from the hostile Earth

and departed at high speed from the solar system, carrying both its intact

secrets and the three human passengers.

It took thirteen years at relativistic velocities for Rama II to travel from

the neighborhood of Earth to its destination, a huge engineering complex

called the Node that was located in a distant orbit around the star Sirius.

The three humans on board the giant cylinder added five children and grew into

a family. As they investigated the marvels of their home in space, the family

again encountered the extraterrestrial species they had met earlier. However,

by the time they reached the Node, the humans had already convinced themselves

that these other aliens were, like them, only passengers in Rama.

The human family remained at the Node for slightly more than a year. During

this time the Rama spacecraft was refurbished and outfitted for its third and

final journey to the solar system. The family learned from the Eagle, a

nonbio-logical creation of the Nodal Intelligence, that the purpose of the

Rama series of spacecraft was to acquire and catalog as much information as

possible about spacefarers in the galaxy. The Eagle, who had the head, beak,

and eyes of an eagle plus the body of a human, also informed them that the

final Rama spacecraft, Rama III, would contain a carefully designed Earth

habitat that could accommodate two thousand people.

A video was transmitted from the Node to the "Earth

I announcing the imminent return of the third Rama space-

! ship. This video explained that an advanced extraterrestrial

species wished to observe and study human activity over an

lextended period of time and requested that two thousand

representative humans be sent to rendezvous with Rama III

in orbit around Mars.

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Rama III made the voyage from Sirius back to the solar system at a velocity

more than half the speed of light. Inside the spacecraft, sleeping in special

berths, were most of the human family who had been at the Node. In Mars orbit

this family greeted the other humans from Earth and the pristine habitat

inside Rama was quickly settled. The resultant colony, which was called New

Eden, was completely enclosed and separated from the rest of the alien

spacecraft by thick walls.

Almost immediately Rama III accelerated again to relativistic velocities,

blasting out of the solar system in the direction of the yellow star Tau Ceti.

Three years passed without any outside interference in human affairs. The

citizens of New Eden became so involved with their everyday lives that they

paid scant attention to the universe outside their settlement.

When a set of crises stressed the fledgling democracy in the paradise that had

been created for the humans by the Romans, an opportunistic tycoon seized

power in the colony and began to ruthlessly suppress all opposition. One of

the original Rama II explorers fled from New Eden at this time, eventually

making contact with a symbiotic pair of alien species living in the adjacent

enclosed habitat. His wife remained in the human colony and tried

unsuccessfully to be a conscience for the community. She was imprisoned after

a few months, convicted of treason, and eventually scheduled for execution.

As the environmental and living conditions inside New Eden continued to

deteriorate, 'human troops invaded the adjacent living area in the Northern

Hemicylinder of Rama and engaged in a war of annihilation against the

symbiotic pair of alien species. Meanwhile, the mysterious Ramans, known only

through the genius of their engineering creations, continued their detailed

observation from afar, aware that it was only a matter of time until the

humans came into contact with the advanced species inhabiting the region to

the south of the Cylindrical Sea. . . .

ESCAPE

I icole."

At first the soft, mechanical voice seemed to be part of her dream. But when

she heard her name repeated, slightly louder, Nicole awakened with a start.

A wave of intense fear swept through her. They have come for me, Nicole

thought immediately. It is morning. I am going to die in a few hours.

She took a slow, deep breath and tried to quell her mounting panic. A few

seconds later Nicole opened her eyes. It was completely dark in her cell.

Puzzled, Nicole looked around for the person who had called her.

"We are here, on your cot, beside your right ear," the voice said very softly.

"Richard sent us to help you escape ... but we must move quickly."

For an instant Nicole thought that perhaps she was still dreaming. Then she

heard a second voice, very similar to the first but nevertheless distinct.

"Roll over on your right side and we will illuminate ourselves."

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Nicole rolled over. Standing on the cot next to her head she saw two tiny

figures, no more than eight or ten centimeters high, each in the shape of a

woman. They were glowing momentarily from some internal light source. One had

short hair and was dressed in the armor of a fifteenth century European

knight. The second figure was wearing both a crown upon her head and the full,

pleated dress of a medieval queen.

"I am Joan of Arc," the first figure said.

"And I am Eleanor of Aquitaine."

Nicole laughed nervously and stared in astonishment at die two figures.

Several seconds later, when the robots' internal lights were extinguished,

Nicole had finally composed herself enough to speak. "So Richard sent you to

help me escape?" she said in a whisper. "Just how do you propose to do that?"

"We've already sabotaged the monitoring system," tiny Joan said proudly. "And

reprogrammed a Garcia biot. . . . It should be here in a few minutes to let

you out."

"We have a nominal escape plan, along with several contingencies," Eleanor

added. "Richard has been working on it for months-ever since he finished

making us."

Nicole laughed again. She was still absolutely stunned. "Really?" she said.

"And may I ask just where my genius of a husband is at this moment?"

"Richard is in your old lair underneath New York," Joan replied. "He said to

tell you that nothing has changed there. He is following our progress with a

navigation beacon. . . . Incidentally, Richard sends his love. He hasn't

forgotten-"

"Be still for a moment, please," Eleanor interrupted as Nicole automatically

scratched at the tickling sensation behind her right ear. "I'm deploying your

personal beacon right now, and it's very heavy for me."

Moments later Nicole touched the tiny instrument package next to her ear and

shook her head. "And can he hear us also?" she asked.

"Richard decided we couldn't risk voice transmissions," Eleanor answered.

"They could be too easily intercepted by Nakamura. . . . However, he will be

monitoring our physical location."

"You may get up now," Joan said, "and put on your clothes. We want to be ready

when the Garcia arrives."

Will wonders never cease? Nicole thought while she was washing her face in the

dark in the primitive basin. For a few brief seconds Nicole imagined that the

two robots might be part of a clever New Eden government plot and that she was

going to be killed trying to escape. Impossible, she told herself a few

moments later. Even if one of Nakamura's minions could create robots like

these, only Richard would know enough about me to make a Joan of sArc and an

Eleanor of Aquitaine. . . . Anyway, what differ-<ettee does it make if I'm

killed while trying to escape? My electrocution is scheduled for eight o'clock

this morning.

There was the sound of a biot approaching outside her cell. Nicole tensed,

still not completely convinced that her two tiny friends were indeed telling

her the truth. "Sit back down on the cot," she heard Joan say behind her, "so

Eleanor and I can climb into your pockets." Nicole felt the two robots

scrambling up the front of her shirt. She smiled. You are amazing, Richard,

she thought.

The Garcia biot was carrying a flashlight. It strode into Nicole's cell with

an air of authority. "Come with me, Mrs. Wakefield," it said in a loud voice.

"I have orders to move you to the preparations room."

Again Nicole was frightened. The biot certainly wasn't acting friendly. What

if . . . But she had very little time to think. The Garcia led Nicole through

the corridor outside her cell at a rapid pace. Twenty meters later, they

passed both the regular set of biot guards and a human command-mg officer, a

young man Nicole had never seen before. "Wait," the man yelled from behind

them just as Nicole and (he Garcia were about to climb the stairs. Nicole

froze.

"You forgot to sign the transfer papers," the man said, holding out a document

to die Garcia. ,;..:"' "Certainly," the biot replied, entering its

identification f'fflimber on the papers with a flourish. £. After less

than a minute Nicole was outside the large faouse where she had been

imprisoned for months. She took a deep breath of the fresh air and started to

follow the Garcia •down a padi toward Central City.

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"No," Nicole heard Eleanor call from her pocket. "We're not going with the

biot. Go west. Toward that windmill with the light on top. And you must run.

We must arrive at Max Puckett's before dawn."

Her prison was almost five kilometers from Max's farm. Nicole jogged down the

small road at a steady pace, urged on periodically by one of the two robots,

who were keeping careful track of the time. It was not long until dawn. Unlike

on the Earth, where the transition from night to day was gradual, in New Eden

dawn was a sudden, discontinuous event. One moment it would be dark and then,

in the next instant, the artificial sun would ignite and begin its mini-arc

across the ceiling of the colony habitat.

'Twelve more minutes until light," Joan said, as Nicole reached the bicycle

path that led the final two hundred meters to the Puckett farmhouse. Nicole

was nearly exhausted, but she kept running. Two separate times during her run

across the farmland she had felt a dull ache in her chest. / am definitely out

of shape, she thought, chastising herself for not having exercised regularly

in her prison cell. -45 well as sixty years old, more or less.

The farmhouse was dark. Nicole stopped on the porch, catching her breath, and

the door opened a few seconds later. "I have been waiting for you," Max said,

his earnest expression underscoring the seriousness of the situation. He gave

Nicole a quick hug. "Follow me," he said, moving quickly off toward the barn.

"There have been no police cars yet on the road," Max said when they were

inside the bam. "They probably have not yet discovered that you're gone. But

it's only a matter of minutes now."

The chickens were all kept on the far side of the barn. The hens had a

separate enclosure, sealed off from the roosters and the rest of the building.

When Max and Nicole entered the henhouse, mere was a huge commotion. Animals

scurried in all directions, clucking and squawking and beating their wings.

The stench in the henhouse nearly overpowered Nicole.

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Max smiled. "I guess I forget how bad chicken shit smells to everyone else,"

he said, "I've grown so used to it myself." He slapped Nicole lightly on the

back. "Anyway, it's another level of protection for you, and I don't think

you'll be able to smell the shit from your hideout."

Max walked over to a corner of the henhouse, chased several hens out of the

way, and bent down on his knees. "When those weird little robots of Richard's

first appeared," he said, pushing aside hay and chicken feed, "I couldn't

decide where I should build your hideout. Then I thought about this place."

Max pulled up a couple of boards to expose a rectangular hole in the floor of

the barn. "I sure as hell hope I was right."

He motioned for Nicole to follow him and then crawled into the hole. They were

both on their hands and knees in the dirt. The passageway, which ran parallel

to the floor for a few meters and then turned downward at a steep angle, was

extremely cramped. Nicole kept bumping up against Max in front of her and the

dirt walls and ceiling all around her. The only light was the small flashlight

that Max was carrying in his right hand. After fifteen meters the small tunnel

opened into a dark room. Max stepped carefully down a rope ladder and then

turned to help Nicole descend. A few seconds later they both walked into the

center of the room, where Max reached up and switched on a solitary electric

light.

"It's not a palace," he said as Nicole glanced around, "but I suspect it's a

damn sight better than that prison of yours."

The room contained a bed, a chair, two shelves full of food, another shelf

with electronic bookdiscs, a few clothes hanging in an open closet, basic

toiletries, a large drum of water that must have barely fit through the

passageway, and a deep, square latrine in the far corner.

"Did you do all this yourself?' Nicole asked.

"Yep," Max replied. "At night . . . during the last several weeks. I didn't

dare ask anybody to help."

Nicole was touched. "How can I ever thank you?" she said.

"Don't get caught." Max grinned. "I don't want to die any more than you do.

... Oh, by the way," he added,

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handing Nicole an electronic reader into which she could place the bookdiscs,

"I hope the reading material is all right. Manuals on raising pigs and

chickens are not the same as your father's novels, but I didn't want to

attract too much attention by going to the bookstore."

Nicole crossed the room and kissed him on the cheek. "Max," she said lightly,

"you are such a dear friend. I can't imagine how you-"

"It's dawn outside now," Joan of Arc interrupted from Nicole's pocket.

"According to our timeline, we are behind schedule. Mr. Puckett, we must

inspect our egress route before you leave us."

"Shit," said Max. "Here I go again, taking orders from a robot no longer than

a cigarette." He lifted Joan and Eleanor out of Nicole's pockets and placed

them on the top shelf behind a can of peas. "Do you see that little door?" he

said. "There's a pipe on the other side. It comes out just beyond the pig

trough. . . . Why don't you check it out?"

During the minute or two that the robots were gone,. Max explained the

situation to Nicole. "The police will searching everywhere for you," he said.

"Particularly hei since they know that I am a friend of the family. So going

to seal the entrance to your hideout. You should hi everything you need to

last for at least several weeks.

"The robots can come and go freely, unless they eaten by the pigs," Max

continued with a laugh. "They be your only contact with the outside world.

They'll let yc know when it's time to move to the second phase of escape

plan."

"So I won't see you again?" Nicole asked.

"Not for at least a few weeks," Max answered. "It's too dangerous. . . , One

more thing: if there are police on the premises, I will cut off your power.

That will be your signal to stay especially quiet."

Eleanor of Aquitaine had returned and was standing on the shelf next to the

can of peas. "Our egress route is excellent," she announced. "Joan has

departed for a few days. She intends to leave the habitat and communicate with

Richard."

"Now I must leave also," Max said to Nicole. He was silent for a few seconds.

"But not before I tell you one thing, my lady friend. ... As you probably

know, I have been a fucking cynic all my life. There are not very many people

who impress me. But you have convinced me that maybe some of us are superior

to chickens and pigs." Max smiled. "Not many of us," he added quickly, "but at

least some."

"Thank you, Max," Nicole said.

Max walked over to the ladder. He turned around and waved before he began his

climb.

Nicole sat down in the chair and took a deep breath. From the sounds in the

direction of the tunnel, she surmised correctly that Max was sealing the

entrance to her hideout by placing the big bags of chicken feed directly over

the hole.

So what happens now? Nicole asked herself. She realized that she had thought

about very little except her approaching death during the five days since the

conclusion of her trial. Without the fear of her imminent execution to

structure her thought patterns, Nicole was able to let her mind drift freely.

She thought first of Richard, her husband and partner, from whom she had been

separated now for almost two years. Nicole recalled vividly their last evening

together, a horrible Walpurgisnacht of murder and destruction that had begun

on a hopeful note with her daughter Ellie's marriage to Dr. Robert Turner.

Richard was certain that we, like Kenji .and Pyotr, were also marked for

death, she remembered. And he was probably right. Because he escaped, they

made him the enemy and left me alone for a while,

I thought you were dead, Richard, Nicole thought. / should have had more

faith. . . . But how in the world did you end up in New York again?

As she sat in the only chair in the underground room, her heart ached for the

company of her husband. A montage of memories paraded through her mind. She

first saw herself again in the avian lair in Rama II, years and years earlier,

temporarily a captive of the strange birdlike creatures whose language was

jabbers and shrieks. It had been Richard who

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MARCADOR

had found her there. He had risked his own life to return to New York to

determine if Nicole was still alive. If Richard had not come, Nicole would

have been marooned on the island of New York forever.

Richard and Nicole had become lovers during the time that they were struggling

to figure out how to cross the Cylindrical Sea and return to their cosmonaut

colleagues from the Newton spacecraft. Nicole was both surprised and amused by

die strong stirrings inside her caused by her recollection of their early days

of love. We survived the nuclear missile attack together. We even survived my

wrongheaded attempt to produce genetic variation in our offspring by steeping

with another man.

Nicole winced at the memory of her own naivete" so many years before. You

forgave me, Richard, which could not have been easy for you. And then we grew

even closer at the Node during our design sessions with the Eagle.

What was the Eagle really? Nicole mused, shifting her train of thought. And

who or what created him? In her mind was a vivid picture of the bizarre

creature who had been their only contact while they had stayed at the Node

during the refurbishing of the Rama spaceship. The alien being, who had had

the face of an eagle and a body similar to a man's, had informed them that he

was an advancement in artificial intelligence designed especially as a

companion for humans. His eyes were incredible, almost mystical, Nicole

remembered. And they were as intense as Omeh 's.

Her great-grandfather Omeh had worn the green robe of the tribal shaman of the

Senoufo when he had come to see Nicole in Rome two weeks before the launch of

die Newton spacecraft. Nicole had met Omeh twice before, both times in her

mother's native village in the Ivory Coast: once during the Poro ceremony when

Nicole was seven, and then again three years later at her mother's funeral.

During those brief encounters Omeh had started preparing Nicole for what the

old shaman had assured her would be an extraordinary life. It had been Omeh

who had insisted that^Nicole was indeed the woman who the Senoufo chronicles

had predicted would scatter their tribal seed "even to the stars."

Omeh, the Eagle, even Richard, Nicole thought. Quite a group, to say the

least. The face of Henry, Prince of Wales, joined the other three men and

Nicole remembered for a moment die powerful passion of their brief love affair

in die days immediately after she had won her Olympic gold medal. She recalled

sharply the pain of rejection. But without Henry, she reminded herself, there

would not have been a Genevieve.

While Nic6le was remembering the love she had shared with her daughter on

Earth, she glanced across the room at (he shelf containing the electronic

bookdiscs. Suddenly distracted, she crossed to the shelf and started reading

titles. Sure enough, Max had left her some manuals on raising pigs and

chickens. But that was not all. It looked as if he had given Nicole his entire

private library.

Nicole smiled as she pulled out a book of fairy tales and inserted it into her

reader. She flipped through the pages and stopped at the story of Sleeping

Beauty. The phrase "and they lived happily ever after" summoned another vivid

memory, this one of herself as a small child, maybe six or seven, sitting on

her father's lap in their house in the Parisian suburb of Chilly-Mazarin.

/ longed as a little girl to be a princess and live happily ever after, she

thought. There was no way I could have known then that my life would make even

the fairy tales seem ordinary.

Nicole replaced the bookdisc on the shelf and returned to her chair. And now,

she thought, idly surveying the room, when I thought this incredible life was

over, I seem to have .been given at least a few more days.

She thought again of Richard and her intense longing to see him returned. We

have shared much, my Richard. I hope I can again feel your touch, hear your

laughter, and see your face. But if not, I will try not to complain. My life

has already seen its share of miracles.

: leaner Wakefield Turner arrived at the large auditorium in Central City at

seven-thirty in the morning. Although the execution was not scheduled to take

place until eight o'clock, there were already about thirty people in the front

seats, some talking, most just sitting quietly. A television crew wandered

around the electric chair on the stage. The execution was being broadcast

live, but the policemen in the auditorium were nevertheless expecting a full

house, for the government had encouraged the citizens of New Eden to witness

personally the death of their former governor.

Ellie had argued with her husband the night before. "Spare yourself this pain,

Ellie," Robert had said, when she had told him that she intended to attend the

execution. "Seeing your mother one last time cannot be worth the horror of

watching her die."

But Ellie had known something that Robert gid not know. As she took her seat

in die auditorium, Ellie tried to control the powerful feelings inside her.

There can be

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nothing on my face, she told herself, and nothing in my body language. Not the

slightest hint. Nobody must suspect that I know anything about the escape.

Several pairs of eyes suddenly turned around to look at her. Ellie felt her

heart skip before she realized that someone had recognized her and that it was

completely natural for the curious to stare at her.

Ellie had first encountered her father's little robots Joan of Arc and Eleanor

of Aquitaine only six weeks before, when she was outside of the main habitat,

over in the quarantine village of Avalon helping her physician husband Robert

take care of the patients who were doomed by the RV-41 retrovirus inside their

bodies. Ellie had just finished a pleasant and encouraging late evening visit

with her friend and former teacher Eponine. She had left Eponine's room and

was walking along a dirt lane, expecting to see Robert at any moment. All of a

sudden she had heard two strange voices calling her name. Ellie had searched

the area around her before finally locating the pair of tiny figures on the

roof of a nearby building.

After crossing the lane so that she could see and hear the robots better, the

stunned Ellie had been informed by Joan and Eleanor that her father Richard

was still alive. It had taken her a few moments to recover from the shock.

Then Ellie had begun to question the robots. She had become quickly convinced

that Joan and Eleanor were telling the truth; however, before Ellie had

ascertained why her father had sent the robots to her, she had seen her

husband approaching in the distance. The figures on the rooftop had then told

her hurriedly that they would return soon. They had also cautioned Ellie not

to tell anyone of their existence, not even Robert, at least not yet,

Ellie had been overjoyed that her father was still alive. It had been almost

impossible for her to keep the news a secret, even though she was well aware

of the political significance of her information. When, almost two weeks

later, Ellie had been again confronted in Avalon by the little robots, she had

been ready with a torrent of questions. However, on that occasion Joan and

Eleanor had been

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programmed to discuss another subject-a possible forthcoming attempt to break

Nicole out of prison. The robots told Ellie during this second meeting that

Richard acknowledged such an escape would be a dangerous endeavor. "We would

never attempt it," the robot Joan said, "unless your mother's execution were

absolutely certain. But if we are not prepared ahead of time, there can be no

possibility of a last-minute escape."

"What can I do to help?" Ellie had asked.

Joan and Eleanor had handed her a sheet of paper, on which there was a list of

items including food, water, and clothing. Ellie had trembled when she

recognized her father's handwriting.

"Cache these things at the following location," the robot Eleanor had said,

handing Ellie a map. "No later than ten days from now." A moment later another

colonist had come into sight and the two robots had vanished.

Enclosed inside the map had been a short note from her father. "Dearest

Ellie," it had said, "I apologize for the brevity. I am safe and healthy, but

deeply concerned about your mother. Please, please gather up these items and

take them to the indicated spot in the Central Plain. If you cannot accomplish

the task by yourself, please limit your support to a single person. And make

certain that whoever you pick is as loyal and dedicated to Nicole as we are. I

love you."

Ellie had quickly determined that she would need help. But whom should she

select as an accomplice? Her husband Robert was a bad choice for two reasons.

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